A crater dismounted facing towards
One problem
Natural counting towards two a surface
You said ‘immaleable ruin’
That settles in the palm of a hand
Development psych
Standing in it’s shadow
Giving a one way signal
Like no one is home
Cosmic accents
Back and forth
Like where are you from
Anyway
Make from me leaned over
A sitting desk
A standing desk
Five thousand bookmarks
Returning numbers in fines
I have paid for this in interest
Down-paid
Discomfort
Swung open
A revolving door turns unconvinced
Pre-paid
I am still at home
I have not left yet
I am in Queens
What one line can accomodate
A text wrap around
That one.
Alternative to a shade of preparation
Alternating between white and another white that you notice less
Putting one glove on takes two hands
And what can my cold hands say to that?
Standing on gravel
site specific self identifying
As gravel
Layout interrupted
A path following
An aluminum Swiss water bottle
A transcription:
She told me they sell no deodorant here
I knew she was lying I asked
Why I know that you are lying
She told we do but they don’t need deodorant here
I knew she was lying
I said you are lying
She said you are the salt of the earth
With one hand held over two breasts
No dark storm can rage over two breasts
With one hand
And cream shirt worn
Into a dark 3 p.m. screening
Of my life my love
This love is truly abated by
No one else’s breasts
A distant swiss watch chimes background fade
Powdered marble on powdered marble on
An unlined t shirt
Cognito ergo sum
Index finger in hot black coffee
There is no aporia in heaven
She said wiping her nail ...
marc garrett